No matter how hard I try, I always find myself coming right back for more.

Coming back for white women that embrace their witchy side. That love tailoring their appearance to reflect their mood. That grow their love for the spiritual plane.

I've interacted with witches before, and I have no idea why, but I love talking to them about their interests. They always have quite the knowledge to share, and they always leave me with deep thoughts that make my mind wander.

I also find that when they wrap their lips around me... Edge me for hours... And talk to me all about their favorite crystals... I'm always attentive.

From one to another, I'm confident we can all agree that there are many on here that are looking for nothing more but lust. Pure, lust.

However, this lust for me is the type to mix with a desire to learn... About witches.

It's also the type to leave you shaking. Uncontrollable. Unrelenting.

The type that has your heart racing, desperately trying to pump a concoction of hormones to all parts of your body. The type that has your mind running in circles... Building your pleasure with anticipation.

I like that type of lust. It often infects, and it often corrupts... It builds, and with every second, it makes it harder to think straight. Until it eventually encourages you to make horrible decisions. Sometimes it's fun being controlled by such a primal, barbaric emotion. Sometimes it's fun being bad.

This leads me to the title of my post. I am looking for witches. But I am also looking for witches... That have a darker palate.

I'm looking for those that enjoy being evil. Those that enjoy being crazy. Bratty.
The toxic type that enjoys leaving spells on men. Introducing them to their witchy world. Teaching them. Bringing out the demons within them.

I have this itch... That only one thing can scratch. I want to... No, I NEED to pin you up against the wall and press your body into it until your breasts pop out from the sides. I need to kick those feet out and watch your skin slide down the cold hard surface as those legs spread wide. I need to take you right then and there and watch you gasp for air, only to wrap a single fist around your hair. I need to pull your head back and watch that spine arch while my other hand wraps around your neck.

I need to choke you and watch your eyes dilate as the roll right back into your skull. I need you to fall under the weight of your own sin. Become one with the need to indulge.

I need to ruin you. Thrust into you over and over and over again as your knees buckle. Don't worry though, I'll make sure to hold you up by either your hair or your neck while I continue spreading those lips.

Hearing those screams turn silent is going to be very satisfying when I feel you give in to the overload of your orgasms, one right after another.